On a trip to the park, Bella played Captain Hook to my Peter Pan. I suggested she might want to be Tinkerbell. She rolled her eyes, crooked her finger, and yelled out, "Tinkerbell walked the plank!" So yeah. When she suggested she was going to cut my head off, I told her it was time to head home. (Excuse poor photo quality ... photos taken by camera phone. And she was threatening me in the 2nd one. Go figure.)
Lulu and Fancy spent the day cooing and clucking around the front yard. They seem to have completely forgotten there's a hawk out there. (And the Mountain Man said he saw two of them circling our neighborhood yesterday.)
We had a moral dilemma: Lock up the chickens and watch them slowly fall apart or let them free range knowing they are easy prey for the hawks in your area? We've chosen to let them be happy while they're alive and keep the coop door open again (but I keep the BB gun at the ready).
And because Lulu has learned that I'm a monkey who will feed her whenever she demands it, she no longer just taps and squawks for me at the back door. Now she also taps and squawks at me from the front window.
The upside is that I fed her oatmeal out of my hand today. The downside is I now have another unreasonable boss in this workplace I call home.
Hello, Spring fever. You just made my winter.